Dom (2021-2024): Season 2, Episode 1 - Polícia e Ladrão - full transcript
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PREVIOUSLY
I'm a cop!
- I'll kill you!
- I want my son! It's all I want!
We had opposite lives...
- You're killing yourself and...
- Back off!
...my son and I.
You ever considered serving?
Paloma, Interpol.
I'm your contact in this operation.
- I spent years fighting a secret war.
- Police!
The cocaine you saw arrive in Bahia
is coming to Rio's favelas.
A lost war.
- But this war...
- Dad, don't let them take me!
...got into my house, my family...
- Pedro!
- Let me go!
- Calm down! Do...
- Let go!
...my blood.
You get a second chance.
Was it hard in the clinic, without blow?
It was hard without you.
Dom? Fuck!
What does your crew do?
Burglary.
- It's over, playboy!
- The hot thug!
This is just the beginning
of a beautiful partnership...
partner.
See that penthouse over there?
There's $300,000 dollars hidden in there.
Let's go, Carlinhos!
I'll give it to those fuckers!
Fuck!
Son of a bitch!
A second chance for your son
will cost you 200,000 reais.
He's kidnapped by the police
and I know nothing about it?
Don't give up on me.
- It's a permit for the stand.
- Fuck, thanks, Dad.
- What do you want with my son?
- I'm pregnant.
How long can you fool yourself?
Police! Get out of the way!
Let me leave or I'll kill her!
Stop the car!
The gang is back!
PLAYBOY BANDIT KIDNAPS WOMAN
IN COPACABANA
INSPIRED BY
TRUE EVENTS
POLICE
Don't let him pass.
Don't let him...
Go, Pedro.
Nine, eight, seven...
Hurry up, Pedro.
It's wrong. It's not yours.
Try your birthday then.
How do you say September 27 in numbers?
January, February, March, May...
Nine. Go ahead, put zero nine.
Twenty seven,
zero nine,
eighty one.
It opened!
- Pedro!
- Wow!
Be careful. That's a bomb. Put it back!
It's a bomb. It's gonna blow up.
Pedro!
What are you doing?
You know what this is?
How did you open my safe?
Don't look at me like that.
Fuck, Pedro!
You cause more trouble every day! Enough!
Dad? Why do you keep a bomb in your safe?
It's police stuff.
Sorry, Dad.
It's fine.
Go outside.
Let me talk to your brother. Go.
Sit down.
Pay attention, Pedro.
Promise me
that you'll never touch this again.
This is not a toy. It's a bomb.
A bomb! If you pull this pin...
It's over.
Police!
Fuck, get down! Get down! Watch out!
Go.
Fuck! Get down!
Watch out, fuck! Get down!
Hold it! Shoot! Shoot,
fucking shoot him!
Shoot him!
He's getting up.
8 MONTHS EARLIER
Dom?
You're not gonna believe what happened.
- Where's the blow?
- Look...
We are on TV!
Bloody, but the biggest...
Shame on you!
How is this possible?
Put a gun to the head of a young lady?
In the middle
of the Help night club's dance floor?
Roll the footage again. Roll it.
That's it.
Rewind a bit. Yes! Close up here!
Close up here!
Anyone know who this is?
Does anybody recognize him?
Take a good look at the pretty bandit.
WHO'S THE PRETTY BANDIT?
Motherfuckers, they hid my face! Shit!
Are you fucking dumb?
They just saved your ass.
Now, imagine this poor girl
must be traumatized!
It'll take years in therapy.
Me in therapy?
No, I wanna watch it!
Fuck this shit!
- Damn.
- Where's the blow?
Hurry up.
Relax. What's the rush?
Fucking junk.
That's what I could get
with the cash you had.
We'll have to hide that pretty face.
Hide, my ass!
If the police wanted me, I'd be arrested.
They want me robbing,
so they can blackmail me.
Bunch of motherfuckers!
You're sexy talking like this.
Bunch of motherfuckers!
It's only you and me now, Dom.
Fuck them all!
It's that house over there!
The manicurist gave the tip.
They are not home.
Let's go!
Are you sure?
Stay alert!
Stop that. Give it to me!
You are in the wrong house.
- What the hell?
- Come here.
It's a robbery!
- Easy.
- If you try anything, I'll hurt her.
- Don't do anything rash.
- Shut up!
Shut up!
- Give us your phone.
- Give it to me.
- Don't hurt my family!
- Shut up!
Where's your cellphone?
Where's the fucking phone?
Over there.
- Please, you're...
- Shut up! C'mon, move!
Move! To the bathroom.
- Calm down.
- Don't fucking yell.
C'mon, move.
- Careful with my son!
- Shut up or I'll stab you.
Calm down.
The three of you on the ground!
Calm down.
If you try anything,
I'll send you to hell.
Take anything you want,
but don't hurt anybody.
Please, don't hurt anybody.
Wasn't the house empty?
Stop your tantrum! Let's find the safe.
Let's go!
Let's stay quiet in here
until they're back.
Dad.
They didn't take my cellphone.
Son.
- Be quiet! One minute.
- Call the police.
Hi, Camargo, glad you came.
Any news on Pedro?
Nothing.
Since Help, I've got nothing.
He's laying low.
Shit!
Focus, you're gonna crack it.
Go.
Police...
We've gotta go. Fuck.
Let's get out of here.
Son of a bitch!
- Drop this shit!
- Stop it, man. Cool it, please.
Stop it.
We gotta go!
The police is coming! Let's run away.
Let's go! Hurry the fuck up.
Hands up! Hurry!
Hands on your head, man.
Hands on your head!
Hands down. Go on.
Spread your legs.
It's over, dude, it's over!
Give me your hand!
It's over, dude. Go there.
You're a fucking thug! Go there!
Come on in.
Did they discover who he is?
No. Not yet.
I know I'm putting you
in a bad spot, but...
The crooked cops cannot reach
Pedro before I do.
Under no circumstances.
I understand what you're going through.
But you know we can't hide
this kind of information for long.
Do you know this crook here?
Do you know his name?
And what hole he came from?
Mister, who are you? I do not know you.
Detective Roberto Ramalho.
A detective, I see.
I was told you almost arrested him.
I'm not involved in this, Detective.
Ask your colleagues
from the Civil Department.
Nobody saw nothing,
nobody knows nothing...
Someone is profiting from it.
Are you trying to involve me, brother?
I just want to do my job.
And you, Sergeant...
You could help me.
Who doesn't want to arrest the crook
that's on newspaper covers, Detective?
I heard he's robbing again.
If you don't wanna drown
even more in this mess,
give me a call.
I'll find out the truth
one way or another.
Detective?
Be careful on your way out.
Silva, put a BOLO out for him.
Let's find this fucker.
Pretty Boy is back, partner.
Morning!
Jasmin!
Cover for me? I gotta go.
I'll be right back. Thank you.
I told you to warn me before coming.
I'm worried about Pedro.
Have you heard from him?
No.
And I don't really give a damn.
I saw a sale and brought them for you.
Pedro was a pooping machine.
Pedro knows how to make a shits how.
It's gonna be okay.
No, Victor. It won't.
Jasmin...
This baby is the best chance
we have to save Pedro.
I'm going to help you.
- I will. I can do...
- Victor.
I had very strong cramps.
When I checked, I was bleeding.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
But I lost the baby.
- Put your cap on.
- Bummer.
- Don't fuck up.
- Come on.
Hands on your head!
- Okay.
- Hands on your head!
- We're cool. No need to screw us up.
- Don't try anything.
Fuck.
I missed you.
Pretty Boy.
The pretty bandit.
You're going down, playboy.
SEARCH
PRETTY BANDIT HELP NIGHTCLUB
BANDITS ROB A BANK
IN BROAD DAYLIGHT
PLAYBOY KIDNAPS GIRL IN COPACABANA
Son...
Where did I go wrong?
Dad, are you a policeman?
I was.
One day, I'll be a policeman
and get the bad guys just like you.
I want you to be everything,
anything you want, except a policeman.
Policemen and bandits are the same.
We try to protect our children
from our mistakes
but who we are...
THE GOLDEN MEN
...overflows between the lines.
Listen up. Do whatever it takes.
You've got free rein to act.
Respect the law, but if the crooks react
you know what to do.
Don't take any chances out there.
Let's go.
Golden Men arrest mobsters in Greater Rio.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Golden Men.
The crime boss was arrested today
at Morro da Mineira.
They'll clean up Rio de Janeiro.
The Golden Men dismantle
bank robbery gang downtown.
Which one do you prefer?
The blonde or the brunette?
The blonde one.
- No, she's mine. You get the brunette.
- Son of a bitch.
I'm going in. You follow my lead.
- Here with someone?
- No, not really.
See that young man over there?
That guy. See?
I'm telling you...
Yes. He's coming. Finally.
What's Helio saying?
Nothing. I was just saying that our photo
will appear on the newspaper.
Helio.
Are you artists?
Did he say that?
You can't trust Helio.
I'll stick with the brunette.
You take the blonde.
I changed my mind.
Sorry about my friend.
He's kind of a moron.
Yeah, I noticed.
A big one, actually.
- I didn't hear you.
- What?
- I didn't hear you.
- No, I didn't say anything.
You are cops, right?
And you?
What's your name?
Marisa.
Do you want one?
I don't smoke.
May I?
Yes.
Wanna go?
I didn't hear what you said.
What did you say?
Yes, we can.
GOLDEN MEN WILL CLEAN UP RIO
I tried to hide the violence
I lived through.
But it seems like it's in my blood,
and has passed along
to my son like a disease.
I thought a family
would change Pedro's life.
I want to die at a bamba drumming
With the beautiful samba cadence
I want to die
This is Marisa, our golden voice.
Marisa.
You've been a stranger.
I was working.
I'm glad you came.
Like I would miss this. No way.
What's that?
You don't look like a samba lover.
That's right. I'm just an amateur.
You sing beautifully.
You should be a professional.
I ain't no fool.
Being an artist in Brazil is tough.
Golden voice. I heard it.
She said, "Golden voice."
And you, golden man?
I just want to fix things. That's all.
How did you end up being a cop?
By chance.
Praise to that!
I was a diver. Can you believe it?
I'll leave you breathless, diver.
While the sun is rising, come here.
Let's see if it's made of gold.
Fuck. Where are these fuckers?
Relax, let's wait. The intel is solid.
Ever seen a chicken with escorts?
Must be the chicken with golden eggs.
Let's go!
Helio, they are splitting.
Follow the escort. I'll follow the truck.
Get out!
Get out! Get out of the truck. Hands up!
- Sir.
- Move to the front.
The cargo is all right, sir.
Check the cargo, Dantas.
Stand still, you two.
Fuck!
There's blow!
There's blow with the chickens!
Listen, man, I'm just the driver.
I'm unarmed, please, spare me.
I'm just the driver.
Fuck, why do that? He'd surrendered.
I thought he had a gun.
Let me see the blow you found.
- Did you get them?
- All of them.
What happened?
They resisted. We shot them.
They're all dead?
Feeling sorry for the crooks?
All yours, boss.
Fuck! That's a shitload of money.
It's ten years of our paycheck.
Everybody in?
I'm in, boss.
I'm in.
I'm in.
I'm in, boss.
And you, Dantas? Going home empty-handed?
Look.
I'm talking to you.
You'd better take some.
Shit.
Where have you ended up?
Pretty Boy.
A little bird told me.
You're back in business.
We had a deal.
Remember?
I haven't scored yet.
On our last robbery,
one of our guys was arrested.
- It's been shitty.
- Don't cry, Pretty Boy.
Hey, Silva. Pretty Boy is crying.
Those lousy partners of yours.
- Is the skinny one the only one left?
- Fuck off!
What's that?
- What did you say?
- Nothing.
Say it. Say it again, you wacko.
Fucking say it again.
She's crazy.
Sorry, Barbie, sorry.
Sorry.
Fuck it, Pretty Boy, you...
You should've looked for me, bro.
You fucked me up last time.
I fucked you up?
Civil was who fucked you up, Pretty Boy.
They fucked you and fucked me.
You're all sons of bitches.
Why all this anger? You are famous.
Pay attention.
There's some hot shots
from Civil after you.
Stay with me.
I'll protect you, Pretty Boy.
For old times' sake.
Partner.
What's the gig?
It's a piece of cake,
so we can start over.
I've got a client. She's divorced.
Lives alone. Keeps everything at home.
It's not a trap?
It's your call.
Close a deal with us old-timers,
or you're gonna get fucked hard.
Listen.
And don't forget, Pretty Boy.
It's 50-50.
Remember?
This shit will never stop.
We'll fix this.
We need guns.
Rodolfinho is in the shower.
Eat your cake, my child. Do it.
It's tasty.
Hi. What's up, Granny?
Thanks for welcoming my friends.
We'll just chat outside, okay?
- C'mon.
- Thanks.
- Thank you, Granny.
- Bye.
Quinado, Dom. Dom, Quinado.
The famous Dom.
What's up?
The Help Disco shit was awesome!
Where's the stuff?
It's over there. I'll bring it over.
Look, this is my treasure!
Look.
The famous .38.
I can do both for $1000 bucks.
Deal? Smooth, right?
But wait, there's also a pistol.
This pistol is $700 bucks.
It's a little bit newer.
And to go along...
This silencer for $500 bucks.
Special price for Vivi.
I told you he was our guy.
How did you two meet?
Way back, Dom. From school.
Quinado was the first son of a bitch
who sold me a joint.
Can you believe it?
He's good.
Knows everybody in Rocinha, Dom.
Hold it.
Hold it tightly.
Here, left hand a little forward.
Hold it tight.
It's gonna kick back when you fire it.
Just aim and have fun, man.
I need to professionalize this shit.
I'm the right guy.
And look.
If you need something more powerful...
Look.
What's that?
House specialty.
- Hold it.
- Careful.
Fuck, are you insane?
It's cool, man.
Nice, right?
You just can't pull the pin. I know.
Okay, let me see. This pin here?
- What the fuck?
- Fuck!
- What?
- You fuck!
- Are you nuts?
- You think I'd do it?
Bro, you can pull the pin,
but you can't release this lever.
This fucks shit up.
You're crazy. Fucking crazy.
- Yeah.
- It suits him.
What's the deal?
Stay cool.
Quinado will be here right away.
I don't trust him yet.
He'll be here. Trust him.
See?
Hey? I brought you a gift.
C'mon, get in.
- Let's go.
- Yeah.
Damn! You were fucking eager for this.
- Want some?
- No. That speeds me up.
I'm a joint man.
- Not me.
- Shall we go?
Fuck yeah!
Where are the fucking dollars?
There's nothing here. Believe me.
It's gonna get ugly for you.
Annoying bitch,
shoot her in the head, man.
- We can find it, bro.
- Look who I found?
- Mommy's princess was sleeping.
- Sweetie!
Where are the dollars?
Look, you're not getting it.
This is an inside job, ma'am.
We know you have dollars.
- Where's the money?
- Let go of her.
Let her go. No more bullshit.
The backpack.
- She's a child, leave her out of this.
- Hold her.
- Come here.
- No.
- Motherfucker.
- Give her back.
Calm down.
- Tell me.
- Please, let my daughter go.
Where is the money?
- Let her go.
- Tell me.
Tell me where the fucking dollars are
or I'll pull the fucking pin.
Tell me or I'll blow your daughter's head!
Fucking tell me!
- Tell me!
- Tell him.
In the office.
There's a false bottom in the office.
- Go.
- Good. You see?
The false bottom is here.
Help me out here.
- Fuck!
- Jesus!
- Look!
- We're rich!
I've never seen so much money.
We're fucking rich! Here, help me here.
More gold. What else? Gold.
We'll check this later. Just take it all.
Shall we go?
You're a monster!
Let everyone know the 1-5-7 gang is back!
Dom's gang!
- Dom's gang!
- Thanks for the dollars, old lady!
- Let's go.
- Go.
They are assassins.
The Golden Men are crooks with badges.
Look at what you got me into, Arcanjo.
What's this?
Money stolen from drug dealers.
There's no way I'm going back there.
Nobody leaves the group like this.
Ever heard of file erasing?
If I go back there, I'll kill them.
Calm down.
You don't solve anything like this.
Here's what we'll do.
Go home.
- Lie low for a while.
- Stuck inside my house?
These guys are aiming for you.
They won't rest till you die.
He's here.
Greetings.
What are you looking at me for, bro?
Want a piece of me?
Who's this, Pretty Boy?
He joined the gang.
"Joined the gang." Is the gang growing?
Here she is.
Here's your cut.
Hey, beauty,
there's fucking money missing here.
Count it again. It's right.
It was right!
Have you heard of that TV host,
Valter Veiga?
That good-natured funny dude?
A real audience leader.
He's in love with you, Pretty Boy.
Desperate to know who you are.
I'll have to raise my cut.
What are you talking about?
Hey, an easy job like that,
I handed you over free of charge, partner.
Here's what we'll do, beauty.
It's 70% now. 70.
No way. You're out of your mind.
You don't like it?
- Let's go to the station.
- Go fuck yourself.
Did you just tell me
to go fuck myself, motherfucker?
Fucking playboy.
We are doing things my way, bro!
I'm insane! I'm fucking Figueira!
What the fuck, man?
- Dom...
- Are you fucking crazy? Killing cops?
Did I tell you to do it?
- He was gonna kill you.
- Fuck.
I had to take action.
My bad.
Do you know what you've done?
How will we fix this shit?
I'll handle it.
Are you fucking crazy?
You were in need of a wacko like me.
If I'm with you. You'll be safe.
- Get rid of this shit now!
- I'll handle it.
Shit.
Holy shit.
Have you killed anyone?
It's better to stay out of it.
I don't get it, Victor. Talk to me.
The Golden Men...
What's the problem?
Tell me.
No, I haven't killed anyone.
I care so much about you.
Me too.
I'm worried. It's getting dangerous.
We can't stay together.
We have to break up.
I'm pregnant.
Camargo, have you found Pedro?
Are you watching Valter Veiga on TV?
You should.
- Can I switch channels?
- Yes.
I ask myself,
what kind of monster,
because that is a monster,
would be capable
of threatening a little girl
with a hand grenade?
She could be your daughter.
That happened at Mrs. Sonia's house.
She and her daughter were robbed
by the sinister gang
of the Pretty Bandit.
- Fuck me.
- I'll repeat. Close up here, director.
A grenade on a little girl's head!
Hello, police!
The victim heard
the pretty bandit's name is Dom.
Dom.
A mobster name!
- Fuck me!
- If you have any information on Dom...
Fucking hell!
- Call us.
- You see how you fucked us up.
Fucked us up? Are you crazy?
You said my fucking name to that woman.
- Not your name. I said Dom.
- Everyone knows me as Dom!
Only your family! Stop bitching.
What's the problem?
Our dear friend, Sgt. Figueira,
is currently missing.
MISSING
For fuck's sake.
Jasmin was right.
Famous crooks get fucked.
What? Jasmin?
That scumbag bitch from the favela.
Do you miss her, Dom?
Wake the fuck up!
I'm the one who's with you now.
I'm your partner!
Without me, you're nothing. You're fucked.
Why are you laughing? Am I a joke to you?
How did I end up with a shithead like you?
Take a look at yourself, Dom.
Take a hard look
at yourself in the mirror.
Look at your face.
A little fucking playboy.
Spoiled.
Everything must be your way.
Run to your daddy. Go.
Ask for help. Go.
Do your little show.
Yeah?
Didn't I say
you were a little boy? Scumbag.
Are you crazy? Are you gonna take it all?
You have the nerve to take it all?
- What?
- Isn't this what you wanted?
Everything for yourself?
C'mon.
- Get off me, Dom.
- Leave! Go!
Get off me.
- Go, drop it.
- You drop it.
Go. Take it all!
- I'll take it.
- Beat it, mob wife.
I'm leaving. Do you know why I'm leaving?
'Cause you're a piece of shit!
A scumbag, selfish motherfucker.
You'll end up alone! Shithead!
CRIME TIME
Exclusive!
THUG'S GIRLFRIEND SPEAKS UP
On today's show, a thug love story.
Dom's girlfriend, the Pretty Bandit,
breaks her silence for the first time.
Hit it!
Are you ready to open your heart?
Call me Vivi. I'll tell you everything.
What was the price of being the girl
of a wicked man, like Dom?
Dom is a scoundrel. He's a son of a bitch.
Dom loses his mind when he snorts.
So, he's an addict.
LAURA:
DAD, TURN ON THE TV
...alone! He doesn't care about me.
I'm stupid because I got involved
with this asshole!
Why did you get involved
with a person so different from you?
Pedro is not that different.
Pedro! The name of the Pretty Bandit,
attention, it's Pedro!
Yes. We came from the same place, Valter.
My father is from the military
and Pedro's father is a cop.
And do you know his name?
Victor Dantas.
- Hello, cops!
- Son of a bitch!
The real name of Pedro Dom
is Pedro Dantas!
Show the bastard's face. Put it on air.
Victor Dantas!
We're from Crime Time, can you talk to us?
How's it feel to be a monster's dad?
Victor Dantas! It's for
the Crime Time show. Can we talk?
Mom, Laura!
Son, go see your father.
We must find that bastard!
Dad.
Dad.
Are you okay?
A young boy who had everything...
Who could be...
anything.
Yes.
Pedro lost himself, Dad.
I'm talking about you.
I feel ashamed...
Ashamed...
You failed as a father.
Pedro? Pedro!
What happened, Pedro?
What happened?
I fucked up.
Everything is out of control. I'm fucked.
No, Pedro. You can't keep coming here.
You're going to fuck me too.
- What do you want?
- Viviane, that bitch, ratted me out.
She forced you to put
a grenade on a girl's head?
I'm not stupid, you hear me?
I'm not stupid.
Help me.
No, Pedro. No.
What's the point?
You have to get out of this, okay?
Get out of this life,
stop snorting this shit.
You are going to kill yourself.
I can't. I've tried.
Pedro...
- Fuck.
- Don't leave me alone, please.
Help me!
I fuck up a lot.
Everybody makes mistakes. I love you.
Help me.
Pedro...
I live here now.
Take off your clothes. Lay down.
I got it.
- Do you want some water?
- No.
Lay down with me.
I'm going to take a shower.
Okay?
You sleep here. Get some rest.
You will wake up feeling better, okay?
It will pass.
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PREVIOUSLY
I'm a cop!
- I'll kill you!
- I want my son! It's all I want!
We had opposite lives...
- You're killing yourself and...
- Back off!
...my son and I.
You ever considered serving?
Paloma, Interpol.
I'm your contact in this operation.
- I spent years fighting a secret war.
- Police!
The cocaine you saw arrive in Bahia
is coming to Rio's favelas.
A lost war.
- But this war...
- Dad, don't let them take me!
...got into my house, my family...
- Pedro!
- Let me go!
- Calm down! Do...
- Let go!
...my blood.
You get a second chance.
Was it hard in the clinic, without blow?
It was hard without you.
Dom? Fuck!
What does your crew do?
Burglary.
- It's over, playboy!
- The hot thug!
This is just the beginning
of a beautiful partnership...
partner.
See that penthouse over there?
There's $300,000 dollars hidden in there.
Let's go, Carlinhos!
I'll give it to those fuckers!
Fuck!
Son of a bitch!
A second chance for your son
will cost you 200,000 reais.
He's kidnapped by the police
and I know nothing about it?
Don't give up on me.
- It's a permit for the stand.
- Fuck, thanks, Dad.
- What do you want with my son?
- I'm pregnant.
How long can you fool yourself?
Police! Get out of the way!
Let me leave or I'll kill her!
Stop the car!
The gang is back!
PLAYBOY BANDIT KIDNAPS WOMAN
IN COPACABANA
INSPIRED BY
TRUE EVENTS
POLICE
Don't let him pass.
Don't let him...
Go, Pedro.
Nine, eight, seven...
Hurry up, Pedro.
It's wrong. It's not yours.
Try your birthday then.
How do you say September 27 in numbers?
January, February, March, May...
Nine. Go ahead, put zero nine.
Twenty seven,
zero nine,
eighty one.
It opened!
- Pedro!
- Wow!
Be careful. That's a bomb. Put it back!
It's a bomb. It's gonna blow up.
Pedro!
What are you doing?
You know what this is?
How did you open my safe?
Don't look at me like that.
Fuck, Pedro!
You cause more trouble every day! Enough!
Dad? Why do you keep a bomb in your safe?
It's police stuff.
Sorry, Dad.
It's fine.
Go outside.
Let me talk to your brother. Go.
Sit down.
Pay attention, Pedro.
Promise me
that you'll never touch this again.
This is not a toy. It's a bomb.
A bomb! If you pull this pin...
It's over.
Police!
Fuck, get down! Get down! Watch out!
Go.
Fuck! Get down!
Watch out, fuck! Get down!
Hold it! Shoot! Shoot,
fucking shoot him!
Shoot him!
He's getting up.
8 MONTHS EARLIER
Dom?
You're not gonna believe what happened.
- Where's the blow?
- Look...
We are on TV!
Bloody, but the biggest...
Shame on you!
How is this possible?
Put a gun to the head of a young lady?
In the middle
of the Help night club's dance floor?
Roll the footage again. Roll it.
That's it.
Rewind a bit. Yes! Close up here!
Close up here!
Anyone know who this is?
Does anybody recognize him?
Take a good look at the pretty bandit.
WHO'S THE PRETTY BANDIT?
Motherfuckers, they hid my face! Shit!
Are you fucking dumb?
They just saved your ass.
Now, imagine this poor girl
must be traumatized!
It'll take years in therapy.
Me in therapy?
No, I wanna watch it!
Fuck this shit!
- Damn.
- Where's the blow?
Hurry up.
Relax. What's the rush?
Fucking junk.
That's what I could get
with the cash you had.
We'll have to hide that pretty face.
Hide, my ass!
If the police wanted me, I'd be arrested.
They want me robbing,
so they can blackmail me.
Bunch of motherfuckers!
You're sexy talking like this.
Bunch of motherfuckers!
It's only you and me now, Dom.
Fuck them all!
It's that house over there!
The manicurist gave the tip.
They are not home.
Let's go!
Are you sure?
Stay alert!
Stop that. Give it to me!
You are in the wrong house.
- What the hell?
- Come here.
It's a robbery!
- Easy.
- If you try anything, I'll hurt her.
- Don't do anything rash.
- Shut up!
Shut up!
- Give us your phone.
- Give it to me.
- Don't hurt my family!
- Shut up!
Where's your cellphone?
Where's the fucking phone?
Over there.
- Please, you're...
- Shut up! C'mon, move!
Move! To the bathroom.
- Calm down.
- Don't fucking yell.
C'mon, move.
- Careful with my son!
- Shut up or I'll stab you.
Calm down.
The three of you on the ground!
Calm down.
If you try anything,
I'll send you to hell.
Take anything you want,
but don't hurt anybody.
Please, don't hurt anybody.
Wasn't the house empty?
Stop your tantrum! Let's find the safe.
Let's go!
Let's stay quiet in here
until they're back.
Dad.
They didn't take my cellphone.
Son.
- Be quiet! One minute.
- Call the police.
Hi, Camargo, glad you came.
Any news on Pedro?
Nothing.
Since Help, I've got nothing.
He's laying low.
Shit!
Focus, you're gonna crack it.
Go.
Police...
We've gotta go. Fuck.
Let's get out of here.
Son of a bitch!
- Drop this shit!
- Stop it, man. Cool it, please.
Stop it.
We gotta go!
The police is coming! Let's run away.
Let's go! Hurry the fuck up.
Hands up! Hurry!
Hands on your head, man.
Hands on your head!
Hands down. Go on.
Spread your legs.
It's over, dude, it's over!
Give me your hand!
It's over, dude. Go there.
You're a fucking thug! Go there!
Come on in.
Did they discover who he is?
No. Not yet.
I know I'm putting you
in a bad spot, but...
The crooked cops cannot reach
Pedro before I do.
Under no circumstances.
I understand what you're going through.
But you know we can't hide
this kind of information for long.
Do you know this crook here?
Do you know his name?
And what hole he came from?
Mister, who are you? I do not know you.
Detective Roberto Ramalho.
A detective, I see.
I was told you almost arrested him.
I'm not involved in this, Detective.
Ask your colleagues
from the Civil Department.
Nobody saw nothing,
nobody knows nothing...
Someone is profiting from it.
Are you trying to involve me, brother?
I just want to do my job.
And you, Sergeant...
You could help me.
Who doesn't want to arrest the crook
that's on newspaper covers, Detective?
I heard he's robbing again.
If you don't wanna drown
even more in this mess,
give me a call.
I'll find out the truth
one way or another.
Detective?
Be careful on your way out.
Silva, put a BOLO out for him.
Let's find this fucker.
Pretty Boy is back, partner.
Morning!
Jasmin!
Cover for me? I gotta go.
I'll be right back. Thank you.
I told you to warn me before coming.
I'm worried about Pedro.
Have you heard from him?
No.
And I don't really give a damn.
I saw a sale and brought them for you.
Pedro was a pooping machine.
Pedro knows how to make a shits how.
It's gonna be okay.
No, Victor. It won't.
Jasmin...
This baby is the best chance
we have to save Pedro.
I'm going to help you.
- I will. I can do...
- Victor.
I had very strong cramps.
When I checked, I was bleeding.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
But I lost the baby.
- Put your cap on.
- Bummer.
- Don't fuck up.
- Come on.
Hands on your head!
- Okay.
- Hands on your head!
- We're cool. No need to screw us up.
- Don't try anything.
Fuck.
I missed you.
Pretty Boy.
The pretty bandit.
You're going down, playboy.
SEARCH
PRETTY BANDIT HELP NIGHTCLUB
BANDITS ROB A BANK
IN BROAD DAYLIGHT
PLAYBOY KIDNAPS GIRL IN COPACABANA
Son...
Where did I go wrong?
Dad, are you a policeman?
I was.
One day, I'll be a policeman
and get the bad guys just like you.
I want you to be everything,
anything you want, except a policeman.
Policemen and bandits are the same.
We try to protect our children
from our mistakes
but who we are...
THE GOLDEN MEN
...overflows between the lines.
Listen up. Do whatever it takes.
You've got free rein to act.
Respect the law, but if the crooks react
you know what to do.
Don't take any chances out there.
Let's go.
Golden Men arrest mobsters in Greater Rio.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Golden Men.
The crime boss was arrested today
at Morro da Mineira.
They'll clean up Rio de Janeiro.
The Golden Men dismantle
bank robbery gang downtown.
Which one do you prefer?
The blonde or the brunette?
The blonde one.
- No, she's mine. You get the brunette.
- Son of a bitch.
I'm going in. You follow my lead.
- Here with someone?
- No, not really.
See that young man over there?
That guy. See?
I'm telling you...
Yes. He's coming. Finally.
What's Helio saying?
Nothing. I was just saying that our photo
will appear on the newspaper.
Helio.
Are you artists?
Did he say that?
You can't trust Helio.
I'll stick with the brunette.
You take the blonde.
I changed my mind.
Sorry about my friend.
He's kind of a moron.
Yeah, I noticed.
A big one, actually.
- I didn't hear you.
- What?
- I didn't hear you.
- No, I didn't say anything.
You are cops, right?
And you?
What's your name?
Marisa.
Do you want one?
I don't smoke.
May I?
Yes.
Wanna go?
I didn't hear what you said.
What did you say?
Yes, we can.
GOLDEN MEN WILL CLEAN UP RIO
I tried to hide the violence
I lived through.
But it seems like it's in my blood,
and has passed along
to my son like a disease.
I thought a family
would change Pedro's life.
I want to die at a bamba drumming
With the beautiful samba cadence
I want to die
This is Marisa, our golden voice.
Marisa.
You've been a stranger.
I was working.
I'm glad you came.
Like I would miss this. No way.
What's that?
You don't look like a samba lover.
That's right. I'm just an amateur.
You sing beautifully.
You should be a professional.
I ain't no fool.
Being an artist in Brazil is tough.
Golden voice. I heard it.
She said, "Golden voice."
And you, golden man?
I just want to fix things. That's all.
How did you end up being a cop?
By chance.
Praise to that!
I was a diver. Can you believe it?
I'll leave you breathless, diver.
While the sun is rising, come here.
Let's see if it's made of gold.
Fuck. Where are these fuckers?
Relax, let's wait. The intel is solid.
Ever seen a chicken with escorts?
Must be the chicken with golden eggs.
Let's go!
Helio, they are splitting.
Follow the escort. I'll follow the truck.
Get out!
Get out! Get out of the truck. Hands up!
- Sir.
- Move to the front.
The cargo is all right, sir.
Check the cargo, Dantas.
Stand still, you two.
Fuck!
There's blow!
There's blow with the chickens!
Listen, man, I'm just the driver.
I'm unarmed, please, spare me.
I'm just the driver.
Fuck, why do that? He'd surrendered.
I thought he had a gun.
Let me see the blow you found.
- Did you get them?
- All of them.
What happened?
They resisted. We shot them.
They're all dead?
Feeling sorry for the crooks?
All yours, boss.
Fuck! That's a shitload of money.
It's ten years of our paycheck.
Everybody in?
I'm in, boss.
I'm in.
I'm in.
I'm in, boss.
And you, Dantas? Going home empty-handed?
Look.
I'm talking to you.
You'd better take some.
Shit.
Where have you ended up?
Pretty Boy.
A little bird told me.
You're back in business.
We had a deal.
Remember?
I haven't scored yet.
On our last robbery,
one of our guys was arrested.
- It's been shitty.
- Don't cry, Pretty Boy.
Hey, Silva. Pretty Boy is crying.
Those lousy partners of yours.
- Is the skinny one the only one left?
- Fuck off!
What's that?
- What did you say?
- Nothing.
Say it. Say it again, you wacko.
Fucking say it again.
She's crazy.
Sorry, Barbie, sorry.
Sorry.
Fuck it, Pretty Boy, you...
You should've looked for me, bro.
You fucked me up last time.
I fucked you up?
Civil was who fucked you up, Pretty Boy.
They fucked you and fucked me.
You're all sons of bitches.
Why all this anger? You are famous.
Pay attention.
There's some hot shots
from Civil after you.
Stay with me.
I'll protect you, Pretty Boy.
For old times' sake.
Partner.
What's the gig?
It's a piece of cake,
so we can start over.
I've got a client. She's divorced.
Lives alone. Keeps everything at home.
It's not a trap?
It's your call.
Close a deal with us old-timers,
or you're gonna get fucked hard.
Listen.
And don't forget, Pretty Boy.
It's 50-50.
Remember?
This shit will never stop.
We'll fix this.
We need guns.
Rodolfinho is in the shower.
Eat your cake, my child. Do it.
It's tasty.
Hi. What's up, Granny?
Thanks for welcoming my friends.
We'll just chat outside, okay?
- C'mon.
- Thanks.
- Thank you, Granny.
- Bye.
Quinado, Dom. Dom, Quinado.
The famous Dom.
What's up?
The Help Disco shit was awesome!
Where's the stuff?
It's over there. I'll bring it over.
Look, this is my treasure!
Look.
The famous .38.
I can do both for $1000 bucks.
Deal? Smooth, right?
But wait, there's also a pistol.
This pistol is $700 bucks.
It's a little bit newer.
And to go along...
This silencer for $500 bucks.
Special price for Vivi.
I told you he was our guy.
How did you two meet?
Way back, Dom. From school.
Quinado was the first son of a bitch
who sold me a joint.
Can you believe it?
He's good.
Knows everybody in Rocinha, Dom.
Hold it.
Hold it tightly.
Here, left hand a little forward.
Hold it tight.
It's gonna kick back when you fire it.
Just aim and have fun, man.
I need to professionalize this shit.
I'm the right guy.
And look.
If you need something more powerful...
Look.
What's that?
House specialty.
- Hold it.
- Careful.
Fuck, are you insane?
It's cool, man.
Nice, right?
You just can't pull the pin. I know.
Okay, let me see. This pin here?
- What the fuck?
- Fuck!
- What?
- You fuck!
- Are you nuts?
- You think I'd do it?
Bro, you can pull the pin,
but you can't release this lever.
This fucks shit up.
You're crazy. Fucking crazy.
- Yeah.
- It suits him.
What's the deal?
Stay cool.
Quinado will be here right away.
I don't trust him yet.
He'll be here. Trust him.
See?
Hey? I brought you a gift.
C'mon, get in.
- Let's go.
- Yeah.
Damn! You were fucking eager for this.
- Want some?
- No. That speeds me up.
I'm a joint man.
- Not me.
- Shall we go?
Fuck yeah!
Where are the fucking dollars?
There's nothing here. Believe me.
It's gonna get ugly for you.
Annoying bitch,
shoot her in the head, man.
- We can find it, bro.
- Look who I found?
- Mommy's princess was sleeping.
- Sweetie!
Where are the dollars?
Look, you're not getting it.
This is an inside job, ma'am.
We know you have dollars.
- Where's the money?
- Let go of her.
Let her go. No more bullshit.
The backpack.
- She's a child, leave her out of this.
- Hold her.
- Come here.
- No.
- Motherfucker.
- Give her back.
Calm down.
- Tell me.
- Please, let my daughter go.
Where is the money?
- Let her go.
- Tell me.
Tell me where the fucking dollars are
or I'll pull the fucking pin.
Tell me or I'll blow your daughter's head!
Fucking tell me!
- Tell me!
- Tell him.
In the office.
There's a false bottom in the office.
- Go.
- Good. You see?
The false bottom is here.
Help me out here.
- Fuck!
- Jesus!
- Look!
- We're rich!
I've never seen so much money.
We're fucking rich! Here, help me here.
More gold. What else? Gold.
We'll check this later. Just take it all.
Shall we go?
You're a monster!
Let everyone know the 1-5-7 gang is back!
Dom's gang!
- Dom's gang!
- Thanks for the dollars, old lady!
- Let's go.
- Go.
They are assassins.
The Golden Men are crooks with badges.
Look at what you got me into, Arcanjo.
What's this?
Money stolen from drug dealers.
There's no way I'm going back there.
Nobody leaves the group like this.
Ever heard of file erasing?
If I go back there, I'll kill them.
Calm down.
You don't solve anything like this.
Here's what we'll do.
Go home.
- Lie low for a while.
- Stuck inside my house?
These guys are aiming for you.
They won't rest till you die.
He's here.
Greetings.
What are you looking at me for, bro?
Want a piece of me?
Who's this, Pretty Boy?
He joined the gang.
"Joined the gang." Is the gang growing?
Here she is.
Here's your cut.
Hey, beauty,
there's fucking money missing here.
Count it again. It's right.
It was right!
Have you heard of that TV host,
Valter Veiga?
That good-natured funny dude?
A real audience leader.
He's in love with you, Pretty Boy.
Desperate to know who you are.
I'll have to raise my cut.
What are you talking about?
Hey, an easy job like that,
I handed you over free of charge, partner.
Here's what we'll do, beauty.
It's 70% now. 70.
No way. You're out of your mind.
You don't like it?
- Let's go to the station.
- Go fuck yourself.
Did you just tell me
to go fuck myself, motherfucker?
Fucking playboy.
We are doing things my way, bro!
I'm insane! I'm fucking Figueira!
What the fuck, man?
- Dom...
- Are you fucking crazy? Killing cops?
Did I tell you to do it?
- He was gonna kill you.
- Fuck.
I had to take action.
My bad.
Do you know what you've done?
How will we fix this shit?
I'll handle it.
Are you fucking crazy?
You were in need of a wacko like me.
If I'm with you. You'll be safe.
- Get rid of this shit now!
- I'll handle it.
Shit.
Holy shit.
Have you killed anyone?
It's better to stay out of it.
I don't get it, Victor. Talk to me.
The Golden Men...
What's the problem?
Tell me.
No, I haven't killed anyone.
I care so much about you.
Me too.
I'm worried. It's getting dangerous.
We can't stay together.
We have to break up.
I'm pregnant.
Camargo, have you found Pedro?
Are you watching Valter Veiga on TV?
You should.
- Can I switch channels?
- Yes.
I ask myself,
what kind of monster,
because that is a monster,
would be capable
of threatening a little girl
with a hand grenade?
She could be your daughter.
That happened at Mrs. Sonia's house.
She and her daughter were robbed
by the sinister gang
of the Pretty Bandit.
- Fuck me.
- I'll repeat. Close up here, director.
A grenade on a little girl's head!
Hello, police!
The victim heard
the pretty bandit's name is Dom.
Dom.
A mobster name!
- Fuck me!
- If you have any information on Dom...
Fucking hell!
- Call us.
- You see how you fucked us up.
Fucked us up? Are you crazy?
You said my fucking name to that woman.
- Not your name. I said Dom.
- Everyone knows me as Dom!
Only your family! Stop bitching.
What's the problem?
Our dear friend, Sgt. Figueira,
is currently missing.
MISSING
For fuck's sake.
Jasmin was right.
Famous crooks get fucked.
What? Jasmin?
That scumbag bitch from the favela.
Do you miss her, Dom?
Wake the fuck up!
I'm the one who's with you now.
I'm your partner!
Without me, you're nothing. You're fucked.
Why are you laughing? Am I a joke to you?
How did I end up with a shithead like you?
Take a look at yourself, Dom.
Take a hard look
at yourself in the mirror.
Look at your face.
A little fucking playboy.
Spoiled.
Everything must be your way.
Run to your daddy. Go.
Ask for help. Go.
Do your little show.
Yeah?
Didn't I say
you were a little boy? Scumbag.
Are you crazy? Are you gonna take it all?
You have the nerve to take it all?
- What?
- Isn't this what you wanted?
Everything for yourself?
C'mon.
- Get off me, Dom.
- Leave! Go!
Get off me.
- Go, drop it.
- You drop it.
Go. Take it all!
- I'll take it.
- Beat it, mob wife.
I'm leaving. Do you know why I'm leaving?
'Cause you're a piece of shit!
A scumbag, selfish motherfucker.
You'll end up alone! Shithead!
CRIME TIME
Exclusive!
THUG'S GIRLFRIEND SPEAKS UP
On today's show, a thug love story.
Dom's girlfriend, the Pretty Bandit,
breaks her silence for the first time.
Hit it!
Are you ready to open your heart?
Call me Vivi. I'll tell you everything.
What was the price of being the girl
of a wicked man, like Dom?
Dom is a scoundrel. He's a son of a bitch.
Dom loses his mind when he snorts.
So, he's an addict.
LAURA:
DAD, TURN ON THE TV
...alone! He doesn't care about me.
I'm stupid because I got involved
with this asshole!
Why did you get involved
with a person so different from you?
Pedro is not that different.
Pedro! The name of the Pretty Bandit,
attention, it's Pedro!
Yes. We came from the same place, Valter.
My father is from the military
and Pedro's father is a cop.
And do you know his name?
Victor Dantas.
- Hello, cops!
- Son of a bitch!
The real name of Pedro Dom
is Pedro Dantas!
Show the bastard's face. Put it on air.
Victor Dantas!
We're from Crime Time, can you talk to us?
How's it feel to be a monster's dad?
Victor Dantas! It's for
the Crime Time show. Can we talk?
Mom, Laura!
Son, go see your father.
We must find that bastard!
Dad.
Dad.
Are you okay?
A young boy who had everything...
Who could be...
anything.
Yes.
Pedro lost himself, Dad.
I'm talking about you.
I feel ashamed...
Ashamed...
You failed as a father.
Pedro? Pedro!
What happened, Pedro?
What happened?
I fucked up.
Everything is out of control. I'm fucked.
No, Pedro. You can't keep coming here.
You're going to fuck me too.
- What do you want?
- Viviane, that bitch, ratted me out.
She forced you to put
a grenade on a girl's head?
I'm not stupid, you hear me?
I'm not stupid.
Help me.
No, Pedro. No.
What's the point?
You have to get out of this, okay?
Get out of this life,
stop snorting this shit.
You are going to kill yourself.
I can't. I've tried.
Pedro...
- Fuck.
- Don't leave me alone, please.
Help me!
I fuck up a lot.
Everybody makes mistakes. I love you.
Help me.
Pedro...
I live here now.
Take off your clothes. Lay down.
I got it.
- Do you want some water?
- No.
Lay down with me.
I'm going to take a shower.
Okay?
You sleep here. Get some rest.
You will wake up feeling better, okay?
It will pass.